Victoria stayed by her side, offering silent support.
Isabella's tears finally stopped falling.
She wiped her face, her expression hardening with renewed purpose.
"I won't quit. I have to locate her."
Victoria's eyes softened with respect. "I know you will, Isabella."
Isabella gave a firm nod, turning back to her design sketches.
Grief would not consume her. There was too much at stake.
She picked up her pen and began sketching.
"Victoria," she said abruptly. "Can you track this number for me?"
Victoria nodded instantly. "I'll handle it immediately."
She hurried from the office.
An hour dragged by, Isabella struggling to focus.
The office door opened. Victoria returned.
"I found it, Isabella. It's registered to Salzburg."
Isabella's heart plummeted.
"Any other details?" Her voice was rough, strained.
Victoria shook her head. "Just the location. I'm sorry."
Isabella collapsed into her chair, defeat washing over her.
Hope always led to sharper disappointment.
How many times had she been crushed like this?
She was nearing her limit in this endless search.
"Isabella..." Victoria's voice was gentle with concern.
Isabella finally looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm going to Salzburg."
"Now?" Victoria's surprise was evident.
Isabella nodded. "Yes. Immediately."
Delay was impossible. Her resolve was absolute.
She had to reach Salzburg.
She returned to Hawthorne Residence.
She packed a small bag with essentials and a few outfits.
Before leaving, she glanced around the empty villa.
Ethan had been absent for some time.
She planned a quick trip, intending to return within two days.
She texted Victoria. "Headed to Salzburg. Please manage the studio."
She didn't wait for a reply.
Night had descended, city lights glittering.
The airport terminal hummed with noise and movement.
Isabella wheeled her suitcase through the bustling crowd.
Her determination was visible in her steady pace.
"Ma'am, may I assist you?" An airport staff member approached.
Isabella shook her head. "Thank you, but I'm fine."
She proceeded directly to the check-in counter.
Boarding procedures were completed swiftly.
In the waiting area, Isabella found a quiet corner.
She took out her phone and dialed the mysterious number again.
Still, no answer.